Disclaimer: Twilight does not belong to me, trust me. If it did, so many things would be changed.


He had tried to warn her.

Though he guessed that that wasn't really a good excuse. There would never be any plausible reason, any justice, for what he had done.

Hadn't Carisle told him he had faith in him? Hadn't everybody? Hadn't she trusted him most of all?

But she had been so naïve. So beautifully naïve it almost hurt. All the trust she had put into him, all the smiles and love. All worthless now. He laughed and put his head into his hands, wondering how such a sound could come from him when he was in such a situation.

What else was there to do, though? What was done was done. He couldn't take it back no matter how much he wanted too. Yet, horrifyingly enough, a part of him didn't regret it. The inner demon inside him had finally gotten what it had wanted. That part of him would never be sorry.

The other part wept in sorrow.

He himself didn't cry. He wasn't able to, although Lord knew how badly he wanted to.

He wondered what he would do. Jacob would kill him, that was for sure. Nobody could blame him, and he would welcome the werewolf to do his worst. It would be no less than what he deserved. He was very certain neither Carisle or Esme could argue that, nor the rest of his family.

What would happen to Charlie? He couldn't say her father had ever been one of his favorites, but even he deserved some remorse. What would be told to him? An accident? Just another bad card in the hand of life? Another laugh and he shook his head.

Time had always been slow, and now it seemed even slower. Every second an eternity, a minute almost making him go insane. Wasn't he insane already, though? How could he not be?

He had known life would be worth nothing before, but now that the truth was facing him, her smiles and eyes haunting him, he knew he'd have to end it very soon. He knew he couldn't even offer anybody any excuse or apology. It wasn't as if there were any excuses to be given, and a thousand apologies would be useless and never enough.

She had been too wonderful, and he should have known he could never have something so beautiful in his life. He was a monster, after all, and she had been nothing but an innocent lamb.

He closed his eyes and remembered how perfect she had looked in that white dress. Pure and lovely. It would be the last thing he'd think about. How she had looked and how soft her lips had always been against his.

He would not remember his last moments with her. No matter how delicious and how fulfilling they had been. There was still some human left in him and he would at least do one last thing right.

He brought her cold body to his, her wonderful scent filling his senses, though it was tinged with a smell both putrid and satisfying all at once. He had never wanted to smell it on her, and he muttered another apology before licking her neck once again. Shuddering at the delectable taste as it touched his tongue. Even now, he enjoyed it.

It was disgusting.

He looked down at her body, naked and deadly pale, as pale as his skin now. And just as cold, too.

"Bella," he whispered, stroking her cheek and looking into her eyes, wide with fear and confusion. Light no longer filling them. "My love, I am sorry. So sorry." He kissed her lips before bringing her to his chest, still wishing to whatever would listen if he could just shed one tear for the girl he had claimed to love.

He could have easily saved her and made her what he was. But he knew this way; she was in a much better place. A place she deserved to be.

If she had been saved, she would have known what he had done to her and Heaven would have been denied. She didn't deserve that.

"I'm sorry."

And still, no tears came.


Notes: My work here is done.